Waiting Endlessly

waiting waiting waiting

Outside her Trembling Door

wave after wave

lashes her

trembling door

lost in the labyrinths

of man made darkness

I dont know what is in store

no light at the end of this tunnel

no ray of hope in this corridor

a hymeaneal hypocrisy

hyperbolic metaphor

hypothetical hysterics

that I endure

Shia Thug No1

loneliness is a terrible

bear hug ..

water flowing

from a broken jug

seminal stains on a rug

a crucifix on the back

as a hump of despair

that i lug

reliving emotions

recycled pain

of a photographer

of a poet

of a blogger

she once baptised

shia thug

falling in love

with an american woman

was never a wonder drug

she who hates

bollywoods most wanted mug

Will She Take Me Back ?

love means searching for happiness like a needle in a
haystack

i lost my way no chance that she will take me back

a shia thug bleeding forehead a hard nut to crack

The Shia Thug v/s The Shia Pandit

Man made woman he rested.

But when God made American Woman neither God nor Man has rested.

for the American loves to hate whom she loves more a thought undetested , swimming the shark infested waers of life untested.

The American woman calls me a Shia Thug..

The Indian man who hates me falling in love with a Blog Goddess calls me Shia Pandit, therby saffronising the soul of my pictorial poetry..

Being married does not mean you cannot fall in Love..falling out of love is the beginning of the family lawyer, the divorce the alimony ...Some marriages take place in Heaven some were nuptialised in Hell...

Falling in love not getting married saves you from divorce..live in is the best way of living out.

I am married , I am always in love , as a poet you need to be in love hate does not beget Poems... only more Hate.

I think the only was to save Humanity , is to give a seconds thought to Polyandry..let the wife pay the role of Man...

I will leave this with a blank... I dont intend to fill .

Life is not a bed of thorns

my exotic jewellery collection is about 160 kgs, excluding my own weight, my
silver sticks and my pictorially poetic attitude.

Lady Diana of The Dread Heads

Diana stopped talking to me because I shaved of my dreadlocks,
hopefully Iam trying to grow them again.